Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
He holds up the back of his left hand to show me there’s no ring. “Not married. I did that once. I’m not doing it again.”
“Oh.” I’m breathing hard like we’re walking fast, even though we’re standing still. “I’m not a prostitute,” I blurt the next fear that comes to my mind.
His lips quirk. “I didn’t think you were.” He hands me my drink when it arrives. He’s still considering me. “Sounds like you just need someone to spoil you a little. Is that right, doll?”
Spoil me.
Literally, no one has ever spoiled me in my entire life. I’ve dated players and cheaters. They cared more about themselves and what I could do for them than vice versa.
I’m not saying I’ve bought into this idea of Gina’s to pimp myself out for a sugar daddy, but the idea is definitely growing on me. Especially, or maybe only, because Bobby is the man in question.
Not that I think he would even want me. I mean, I don’t know how this works. Is there a sign-up sheet somewhere? A way to put my name in for the position? Maybe he requires a resume outlining my best features. Recommendations, perhaps, from a past lover. Something like, Gives great head, but a little needy.
I realize he’s waiting for an answer. I lick my lips. “Yeah, maybe,” I admit. Oh God. I must be blushing. My face feels about fifty degrees too hot.
“That’s definitely what she needs,” Gina vouches for me. Way to lay it right out there, girl. She sure isn’t one to beat around the bush.
“And Lexi’s amazing. A good person. No drama. Would do anything for a friend. She’s a very talented hairstylist, too.”
“I’m not sure those are the qualities he’s looking for in, um, his…whatever,” I mumble.
Bobby chuckles.
He pulls a twenty-dollar bill from his pocket and offers it to the person who has taken the bar stool I occupied earlier. “Your drinks are on me if you give the lady your seat,” he says.
I try to deny how pleasurable it is to have this guy focused on taking care of me. How long has it been since someone–anyone–has looked after me?
Oh yeah, never. My mom worked twelve-hour shifts as a nurse when I was growing up, so my sister and I were latch-key kids. My dad lived in Pittsburgh, so we weren’t with him all that much, and even then, he lived with his girlfriend and her kids, so his focus was on them.
The guy grabs the twenty and vacates the seat, and Bobby puts his hands on my waist and lifts me onto it. When I’m settled, he keeps his hands there and gives me a wink. I feel it in my core, my belly fluttering, the muscles of my pelvic floor lifting. Okay, wow. I’m definitely feeling a connection.
Gina takes her tray of drinks and disappears with a smirk.
Bobby’s gaze snags on the reddened marks on my arm from Jayden’s fingers, and he scowls, brushing the backs of his fingers over my skin again. “I should’ve killed that guy for touching you.”
A shiver runs across my skin because I suspect he means it. That he’s murdered before.
I should be scared. Or at least put-off. Civilized men don’t resort to violence.
But I’m not.
I’m turned on.
Bobby
Lexi shivers a bit, but her nipples protrude through her top like she’s turned on.
The girl is smoking hot. She has sleek brown hair with glints of gold and mahogany, cut in the latest style, so it falls in soft wavy layers around her face. High cheekbones and big blue eyes give her an alluring beauty.
“So you do hair?”
Lexi nods. She’s attentive, her eyes on me like she’s eager to please. It makes my dick thicken in my pants.
“No wonder you look so good.”
She doesn’t seem put off by my come-on-strong style. I definitely want her–at least for the night. I was sizing her up from the moment I heard that stronzo in the back say she was looking for a sugar daddy. Knowing what a girl wants makes negotiations so much clearer. Infinitely easier. I know if she wants a sugar daddy, she’s willing to give me what I want, too.
The reins. Control.
She’ll let me call the shots.
It’s a clean arrangement–exactly what I’m looking for.
I can already tell she’s a nice girl. My crazy-radar is on now after Stacy, but Lexi’s not registering on it.
She was appropriately mortified when Gina suggested an arrangement between us and quick to let me know she didn’t make this a practice. She doesn’t sell her body for money. Still, she needs money, that’s clear. She was looking for a side job at Swank.
Having a sugar daddy is a low-key arrangement. There’s money involved, but it’s more of a patronage or honorarium than a direct payment. I get to play generous, and she plays grateful, but we don’t have an actual sex contract.